The boat is like

an electrical wire

It hums

There is a wire also

on the horizon

a fuzzy white line

that marks the place

where sea meets land

or nothingness

Those broken shards again

some so old

they’ve almost become sky

What is comforting

in this passage

between two points?

The hum

with its regular crescendo

(the boat’s heartbeat)

knowing you are in the hands

of something bigger

which will still be here

tomorrow

plying the same route

the movement

and stillness

all in one

the dots of light

that reflect off the surface

like static

the cast-iron shadows

so well defined

the shadow of the thing

is clearer

easier to see

than reality

but I wouldn’t try

to hold on

The being on the way

in between brackets

that place in language

away from grand statements

where life is best lived

Thursday, 2 pm

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